The rest of the story

Sunday morning came. Brook and I left for church. Pat was on the phone with his mama. He had called her to let her know that we would be up there after  I got home.

I got home and recieve the news that we would not be going up there. At least not yet.... It turns out that his druggie sister was up there and his mama told him not to come! His mother begged for some time with her.This was upsetting for Pat.

He feels that this sister has tried to kill his mother. She steals her medicines and money. Lies to her, chain smokes cigarettes, blames her for everything that has gone wrong in her life. She is 50 something years old and refuses to take responsibility for HER choices in life. Refuses to see how her actions are the reason she is the way she is. Blames her mother because HER daughter decided to do drugs which caused her to fall asleep at the wheel of a car,thereby killing herself and putting 3 children in danger. Yes that is right. 3 children were in the car that rolled and flipped for over 100 feet. They came out of it with a few scratches but also with the memory of seeing their birth mother die (for 2 of them).

As evening neared Pat became increasingly agitated. He was worried about his mother. He called up there and recived no answer. Finally I could not take it anymore and told him to go up there to her. He did go taking her a plate of food. He could not get J outside after he got up there. He did not want to get into anything with her in front of his mother and upset her. His mama told him that J was going to stay the night and go home on Monday. Pat left and came home.

Monday morning I call and check on her to remind her to take her meds. I asked her about breakfast. She is eatting crackers, her stomach is upset. Funny., her stomach was never upset while she was down here...... J is still there. Supposed to leave that afternoon.

Pat ghoes by his mama on his way to work to take her a plate. Turns out that all of the bisquits were gone and the pot pie I had made. J had eatten them. Her mama had had fried potatoes, nothing else. Said her mama told her to eat it. Selfish, only thinking of herself. J leaves that evening.

I call later on to let her know that I would be up there in the morning to take her to the storeand guess what? She refused. Said J would be coming by later on Tuesday to take her. Well now the cycle is set. The druggie is once again getting her fix from her mama. Setting her up to move back in and destroy everything again.

Yea they say love is blind. It must be. J is partly right, her mother is to blame. She enables her, all in the name of love. Pat wants to wash his hands of the matter. He keeps saying, she will kill her this time. He can't save his mama from herself. She refuses to let go. The cycle begins again. Pat makes himself sick worrying about the things he cannot change. Me? I will call her every morning and ask her about the pills. I will take her to the doctors.  I will not go in her house as long as that person is there.